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Holy Shit. A word that flew through my mind more times then I could count. More than a movie, this piece of work directed by William Lustig felt like a peak into the mind of a maniac; First Hand. Set in the early 80’s in New York, Following the everyday life of a man named Frank Zito; everything from his apartment to the conversations he has with his mirror regarding the violent deaths of people. The role played by Joe Spinell was worthy in my eyes to be considered “Twilight Zone” Material; Where the acting itself captured you. On my list of favorites was the acting itself, though the violence, setting, special FX makeup, and his manikins were all amazing; it didn’t creep me out like the thought of someone out there just like Frank. Almost never making sense and randomly brutalizing New York’s residents, The only word that fit Frank was Maniac. Back to the word you saw towards the middle, Violence. This film has some of the most gruesome, unpredictable death scenes in the film; that projects a feeling similar to fucking car crashing in your living room wall while you are watching a movie. no guessing the man behind the special effects, none other than Tom Savini; also making himself a victim in the film. so much good madness, it was nomiated for the 1981 Saturn Award for the best low budget movie.
[looks down at his latest victim]
Frank Zito: Now you tell me what I should do. I heard about it, I always do. I can't go out for a minute. It's impossible. Fancy girls, in their fancy dresses and lipstick, laughing and dancing. Should you stop them? I can't stop them. But you do, don't you? And they can't laugh and they can't dance anymore. You've got to stop, or they'll take you away from me. I will never, ever, let them take you away from me. You're mine now forever. And, I'm so happy.
8/10
